When I put Alexander in his crib after he has had his milkies, I drape his blankie on one side of him, in between his legs and right next to his face. He always grabs it and turns like this.....
I love it.Friday, July 24, 2009
Don't Polute (Anymore)
During nap time, Isabella changed into her swimsuit, by herself. I didn't know this until I went in to nurse Alexander back to sleep. Silly girl. Always changing her clothes and bring a ba-gillion books into bed with her.
When I put Alexander in his crib after he has had his milkies, I drape his blankie on one side of him, in between his legs and right next to his face. He always grabs it and turns like this.....
I love it.
When I put Alexander in his crib after he has had his milkies, I drape his blankie on one side of him, in between his legs and right next to his face. He always grabs it and turns like this.....I love it.
The Wilson Family Reunion
Every three years, we have a Wilson Family Reunion. It's great, right down the street, and it's nice to see everyone. Last time we had a reunion, I was pregnant with Isabella. Now I have two kids. CRAZY! We only got pictures from the barn dance on Saturday, but it's one of the best things we do. I love being able to go to the farm my Daddy and Grandpop grew up on. Even though Mom-mom (Daddy's mom) sold the farm, it still remains in the family. (Grandpop's nephew bought it) It makes me kind of sad that some things on the farm have changed, but I still love driving by and seeing everything. It brings back great memories for me. I wonder what kind of memories it brings back for my Daddy.
Daddy with Alexander. I think my Daddy's so handsome.
Isabella giving hugs to a cousin. (Now we'll be in the store and she ask me if everyone she sees is our cousin. It's so funny. How do I explain to a 2 year old that we all have the same Heavenly Father, but we all aren't cousins. Confusing.)
Getting on the tractor outside of the barn. Isabella wanted to do it herself.
I love the way Ronald is looking at Isabella here. He loves that little girl.
haha...Earlier this day, we went to my mom's to watch the Old Time's Day Parade. I love it because there are so many tractors in it. From working farming tractors to little lawnmowers. (Yes, we are hill-billies) I told Isabella, "pretend you are in the parade. Remember, you should wave to everyone." Well, she LOVED that! She smiled and waved like crazy. Playing pretend is great.
The name tags were divided by names so we knew what "child" we were a decendent of. We are from "Sam".
A beautiful photo of how things really are.
I know, you all think...."seriously, why did you put this picture up here, it's just some legs, a tractor pedal, and pink glittery sandles." Because it's beautiful, that's why. I love beautiful captivating things. This picture captivates me.
Little farmer boy.
Sitting with Auntie Beebs.
Dancing with Auntie Beebs.
Just a decoration, again, a beautiful picture (at least to me.)
Square dancing in the barn. It was fun, but kind of difficult with children. Isabella asked me to dance, actually, she told me to dance, so we did.
The band. They were good.
More dancing.
Isabella with more cousins down by the pond.
mmmmm......food. And I love to eat.
Daddy with Alexander. I think my Daddy's so handsome.
Isabella giving hugs to a cousin. (Now we'll be in the store and she ask me if everyone she sees is our cousin. It's so funny. How do I explain to a 2 year old that we all have the same Heavenly Father, but we all aren't cousins. Confusing.)
Getting on the tractor outside of the barn. Isabella wanted to do it herself.
I love the way Ronald is looking at Isabella here. He loves that little girl.
haha...Earlier this day, we went to my mom's to watch the Old Time's Day Parade. I love it because there are so many tractors in it. From working farming tractors to little lawnmowers. (Yes, we are hill-billies) I told Isabella, "pretend you are in the parade. Remember, you should wave to everyone." Well, she LOVED that! She smiled and waved like crazy. Playing pretend is great.
The name tags were divided by names so we knew what "child" we were a decendent of. We are from "Sam".
A beautiful photo of how things really are.
I know, you all think...."seriously, why did you put this picture up here, it's just some legs, a tractor pedal, and pink glittery sandles." Because it's beautiful, that's why. I love beautiful captivating things. This picture captivates me.
Little farmer boy.
Sitting with Auntie Beebs.
Dancing with Auntie Beebs.
Just a decoration, again, a beautiful picture (at least to me.)
Square dancing in the barn. It was fun, but kind of difficult with children. Isabella asked me to dance, actually, she told me to dance, so we did.
The band. They were good.
More dancing.
Isabella with more cousins down by the pond.
A Visit from California- Part 4- A day of freedom
I have never been so busy on the 4th of July.....ever. We went to the pancake breakfast in the morning, and then headed straight over to see the turtle races and frog jumping contest. It was great fun. The food was good, and there were a lot of people out. I betcha they made some good money with that breakfast. In the afternoon I took Grace to her school so she could be in the parade with the band (GO BEEBS!!!!), then we all headed down for the parade and the fireworks. It was a lovely day.
I love my Beebs. She always makes me smile.
A sweet little bear.
I love the picture. More importantly, I love this little girl, and I LOVE when she hugs me like this. It always makes me melt.
Staring down Papi's food. Ronald was helping Alexander eat some pancakes, too.
The crew.
Hmmm.....I'm not so sure about this.
Wait a minute, this is the coolest thing EVER! I want one!
GROSS!
Waiting patiently for the parade. Next year I want to sit right by the judge's booth, so I can see my favorite part actually perform.....I'll explain later.
LOOK! It's Auntie BEEBS!!!! Her poor arms were so sore from playing the cymbals the entire parade, but she did great. Oh, we cheered really loud when she came by.
Okay......here comes my favorite part.... I LOVE the drums. And I love to dance. And I LOVE to watch black people dance. Sometimes, I wish I were one of them, so I could dance more freely, and no one would say to me.....are you mixed? Cuz you can DANCE! (Why can't white girls be good dancers, too....come on people!) Every year I look forward to one thing in the parade, the black boys beating on their drums, and the black girls dancing up a storm. It makes me cry. Every year. Sobbing like a baby.....seriously. I cannot express enough my love for the drums and for dancing. There are no words to explain it. They haven't invented any yet. If I could join those girls, I would. I love the way they move. They aren't afraid of what people think about how they look, or how they move, they just DO IT! That's what I love. When you dance, you just move to how your body says for you to move at that time, and it's a beautiful thing. Dancing makes me happy, so very happy. And I miss it. I think that's why I cry. I miss dancing. I want to be those girls. I want to dance.
Oh, and Isabella was dancing with the bands, too. It was GREAT!
Waiting for the fireworks.
A sleepy Auntie Beebs (on the right, laying down) and some excited other people.
This boy LOVES his Auntie Beebs!
Waiting in line for our breakfast.
I love my Beebs. She always makes me smile.
A sweet little bear.
I love the picture. More importantly, I love this little girl, and I LOVE when she hugs me like this. It always makes me melt.
Staring down Papi's food. Ronald was helping Alexander eat some pancakes, too.
The crew.
Hmmm.....I'm not so sure about this.
Wait a minute, this is the coolest thing EVER! I want one!
GROSS!
Waiting patiently for the parade. Next year I want to sit right by the judge's booth, so I can see my favorite part actually perform.....I'll explain later.
LOOK! It's Auntie BEEBS!!!! Her poor arms were so sore from playing the cymbals the entire parade, but she did great. Oh, we cheered really loud when she came by.
Okay......here comes my favorite part.... I LOVE the drums. And I love to dance. And I LOVE to watch black people dance. Sometimes, I wish I were one of them, so I could dance more freely, and no one would say to me.....are you mixed? Cuz you can DANCE! (Why can't white girls be good dancers, too....come on people!) Every year I look forward to one thing in the parade, the black boys beating on their drums, and the black girls dancing up a storm. It makes me cry. Every year. Sobbing like a baby.....seriously. I cannot express enough my love for the drums and for dancing. There are no words to explain it. They haven't invented any yet. If I could join those girls, I would. I love the way they move. They aren't afraid of what people think about how they look, or how they move, they just DO IT! That's what I love. When you dance, you just move to how your body says for you to move at that time, and it's a beautiful thing. Dancing makes me happy, so very happy. And I miss it. I think that's why I cry. I miss dancing. I want to be those girls. I want to dance.
Oh, and Isabella was dancing with the bands, too. It was GREAT!Waiting for the fireworks.
A sleepy Auntie Beebs (on the right, laying down) and some excited other people.
This boy LOVES his Auntie Beebs!
A Visit from California- Part 3- C.E.C.
Ronald's folks humored Isabella and took her to Chuck E. Cheese's just for the heck of it. She was on cloud nine. Literally every time we drive past there, she says, "Look Mami, it's Chuck E. Cheese's house! Let's go say hi!" Boy am I glad we don't go by there every day.
Abuelito helping Isabella play the games.
Look at that cute little race jockey!
Abuelito helping Isabella play the games.
A Visit from California- Part 2- D.C.
Ronald's parents wanted to go to D.C., and since Ronald hasn't been yet, either, we thought we would take advantage of this and all go. We went down to Greenbelt and rode the Metro. Isabella was sooooooo excited about riding the train. She talked about it the whole day before we were leaving. The kids were both really good the whole time. Next time we go to D.C., I will do three things differently:
1. I will NOT go in the summer time.....it was too crowded.
2. I will NOT go 2 days before Independence Day......it was too crowded.
3. I will pack food and drinks. Everything is so dag gone expensive.
We went to the Museum of Natural History....Isabella was very excited to see the dinosaur bones. Then we went to the National Archives Building; what a beautiful spirit is there....if only everyone would be quiet. Then we walked to see the White House, the WWII pond, and the Lincoln Memorial. It was quite a day. I really wanted to see some art, that is my favorite part after all, but that will have to be saved for another day. Every time I go to D.C., and this is no exageration, it POURS RAIN!!!! I'm not complaining, I LOVE the rain, and I love to walk/play in the rain (as long as there is no lightening involved), but seriously, it POURED! Alexander was in heaven. He was laughing and so excited. Isabella was too tired to react in any way, she just sat in the stroller and looked at it come down. Normally, she wants to play in the rain. I'm glad my kids love the rain so much. It is a beautiful thing.
Going through a "tunnel" on the metro. Alexander really liked the man sitting behind us.
Isabel and Hugo in front of the capital. This is a great picture of them.
Okay.....some of you might think this is lame, but I LOVE architecture, and I LOVE color, so for me, this is a beautiful picture. I loved looking at all the columns and scroll work, and I LOVE the blue and rust colors on the bottom of this flagpole. It is such a beauty.
Such a sleepy, but good little bear.
I love taking pictures of what's really going on at the time. Smiley, "posed" pictures are nice too, but they are not my favorite. I want to see how people really are, to capture them. I live for it.
I love this photo. This is how the three of them are together. Always laughing and smiling. (And trying to entertain the babies.)
All you need is love.
I love these next two photos. I want to make them real big, and put them somewhere, but I know I won't. Oh, to dream....
Hey, look, I was in D.C., too! Imagine that.
Okay, so the WWII pool is not a pool for wading in. It is a remembering pool. Unfortunately people either forgot how to read the "Do no wade" signs, or the forgot what it means to have reverence for something. If I was everyone's mother, they would've been in big trouble! Anywho....I decided to sit down and "remember" those who fought so bravely for us, to think how I could fight like them, too. Not to physically fight, but to battle the things that I go through everyday. Ronald and his folks took the kids and continued walking around the pool area. I just finished taking a family picture for a NY or NJ family (not sure which state they are from, but I could tell from their accent), and decided I would find my family. I'm looking, looking....what the? All I saw was a naked hiney. Isabella's naked hiney. Seriously, what is going on. I bet she just had an accident, that's got to be it. I walked over, and Ronald was taking her wet clothes off. "What happened?" "Isabella took her socks and shoes off, walked into the water, and slipped." Thank goodness my child can't read, or I would have been upset with her. See people, how important it is for us to be a good example, to show reverence for something that deserves it!? All because my punkin saw some others walking around in the water, she wanted to do it to, and now she is soaking wet, with her bum hanging out in public. Nice. Good thing I brought a spare change of clothes.
Sitting on the edge, after getting new clothes on. Oh, she wanted to get back in sooo bad.
Such a tired boy.
Trying to amuse the baby. I love the face Ronald's mother is making. Histerical!
1. I will NOT go in the summer time.....it was too crowded.
2. I will NOT go 2 days before Independence Day......it was too crowded.
3. I will pack food and drinks. Everything is so dag gone expensive.
We went to the Museum of Natural History....Isabella was very excited to see the dinosaur bones. Then we went to the National Archives Building; what a beautiful spirit is there....if only everyone would be quiet. Then we walked to see the White House, the WWII pond, and the Lincoln Memorial. It was quite a day. I really wanted to see some art, that is my favorite part after all, but that will have to be saved for another day. Every time I go to D.C., and this is no exageration, it POURS RAIN!!!! I'm not complaining, I LOVE the rain, and I love to walk/play in the rain (as long as there is no lightening involved), but seriously, it POURED! Alexander was in heaven. He was laughing and so excited. Isabella was too tired to react in any way, she just sat in the stroller and looked at it come down. Normally, she wants to play in the rain. I'm glad my kids love the rain so much. It is a beautiful thing.
First time on the metro. This little girl was in HEAVEN!
Going through a "tunnel" on the metro. Alexander really liked the man sitting behind us.
Isabel and Hugo in front of the capital. This is a great picture of them.
Okay.....some of you might think this is lame, but I LOVE architecture, and I LOVE color, so for me, this is a beautiful picture. I loved looking at all the columns and scroll work, and I LOVE the blue and rust colors on the bottom of this flagpole. It is such a beauty.
Such a sleepy, but good little bear.
I love taking pictures of what's really going on at the time. Smiley, "posed" pictures are nice too, but they are not my favorite. I want to see how people really are, to capture them. I live for it.
I love this photo. This is how the three of them are together. Always laughing and smiling. (And trying to entertain the babies.)
All you need is love.
I love these next two photos. I want to make them real big, and put them somewhere, but I know I won't. Oh, to dream....
Hey, look, I was in D.C., too! Imagine that.
Okay, so the WWII pool is not a pool for wading in. It is a remembering pool. Unfortunately people either forgot how to read the "Do no wade" signs, or the forgot what it means to have reverence for something. If I was everyone's mother, they would've been in big trouble! Anywho....I decided to sit down and "remember" those who fought so bravely for us, to think how I could fight like them, too. Not to physically fight, but to battle the things that I go through everyday. Ronald and his folks took the kids and continued walking around the pool area. I just finished taking a family picture for a NY or NJ family (not sure which state they are from, but I could tell from their accent), and decided I would find my family. I'm looking, looking....what the? All I saw was a naked hiney. Isabella's naked hiney. Seriously, what is going on. I bet she just had an accident, that's got to be it. I walked over, and Ronald was taking her wet clothes off. "What happened?" "Isabella took her socks and shoes off, walked into the water, and slipped." Thank goodness my child can't read, or I would have been upset with her. See people, how important it is for us to be a good example, to show reverence for something that deserves it!? All because my punkin saw some others walking around in the water, she wanted to do it to, and now she is soaking wet, with her bum hanging out in public. Nice. Good thing I brought a spare change of clothes.
Sitting on the edge, after getting new clothes on. Oh, she wanted to get back in sooo bad.
Such a tired boy.
Trying to amuse the baby. I love the face Ronald's mother is making. Histerical!
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